Vocals: | Winston McCall |
Guitars: | Jeff Ling |
Guitars: | Luke Kilpatrick |
Drums: | Ben Gordon |
Bass: | Jia O'Connor |
Vanishing points and midnight horizons herald another night without you by my side. Bring me the light. Bring me the dawn, bring me another day but further from your arms. And this world is frozen and my limbs so numb.
Feel the frostbite exceed all hope of coming back alive. And these roads we’ve chosen leave our hearts so numb, as another day sets its teeth ready to strike. But there will be no dawn. At these hours I find my mind turns itself in circles, reigniting the worst of fears and leaving others to the cold. Powerless, I’m afraid to lose these thoughts of you. Please leave me the scars. Just leave me the scars. Wake. These are the hours left to ghosts. These are the times reason fails to reach. These are the places from which echoes fail to return and solitude runs hand in hand with disaster. And this world is frozen and my limbs so numb. Feel the frostbite exceed all hope of coming back alive. And these roads we’ve chosen leave our hearts so numb, so I’ll salvage what little hope I can from the sun. Still I’m choking on the words I should have said one thousand times. And I’m cursing every memory. And I’m holding on until there’s nothing left to save. Let every scar; let every scar still bear your name. Every scar still bears an angel's face. And still I chase the sun.
In the kitchen of the Byron Bay home of Winston McCall stands a refrigerator, adorned on one side by a quote from Tom Waits: "I …